Ward Room of The Lucy
Mr. Whittigford had come into the Ward room announcing that several would assemble there shortly, then exiting to collect those he spoke of.
Jenny hastily cleared away any items on the table and lit the second lamp. Setting glasses and a bottle on top of their cabinet should they be expected, she absorbed herself in the tasks at hand and tried to dispell the trepidation of returning to St. Louis. Had she not known the reason, she might have feared greatly that it was to remand her to authorities there. Despite the men aboard, Jenny would have felt more secure were the Captain of the Lucy present as well. However, in his stead she told herself the Ship's Master would look after her as he would any other crew member, affording protection in all circumstances great or small. In the absence of the actual Captain, she assumed the next in command would posess the same absolute authority.
Jenny opened the door a crack to look for the would be visitors and in slipped the black and white cat who seemed to appear as quickly as he was able to vanish. A quick brush against her leg and he marched in with an air of entitlement.. followed by Mr's Flint, Tucker, Brisbane, Wenge, Johnson, and Brocke who took no notice of the creature. As Mr. Pew settled at the head of the table those others remained standing and crowded into the small space. The pooka slipped easily among them settling himself resolutely at Pew's feet and gingerly entertaining his curiosity with cold nose against the Master's leg.